V1C1 Part8

Translated by Raze Edited by Raze

Takanashi-san was staring at the food. She seemed a bit reluctant rather than curious.

“What happened?”

“A high school boys cooking…the hurdle is too high”

“I’m throwing it away, you little bitch”

“I-i’ll eat, I’ll eat”

After a surprisingly polite “Itadakimasu” while joining her hands, she wrapped her fork and brought it to her mouth.

Before I could ask her opinion, she already took a second bite and emptied the plate with a pleasant smile. I didn’t need an answer anymore so I also ate with a happy expression. When a person eats your food that way, you also feel happy.

“Fuwaah! Gochisousamadeshita!”

Takanashi-san looked at me with a smile, seemingly satisfied. It was different from the slightly frightened and tense expression from before. I could sense her curiosity toward me.

“You can cook so well! How come you’re a boy?”

“No, it doesn’t matter whether you’re a guy or girl. It’s a basic skill.”

You should know it if you ever learned in home economics or helped around the house. And for the rest, I didn’t make any special effort except learning some useful information about house-working from the morning shows.

Nevertheless, Takanashi-san’s eyes were sparkling as she stared at me.

“You’re so useful”

“Somewhat”

“I’m glad~! I’m really relieved because I can’t do any housework. I can eat this every day, hurray for the housekeeper!”

Everyday? No, it’s different from what I heard. I mean, Takanashi-san talks more than I expected. And she’s so energetic. Is it because her stomach is now full?

“No, I wasn’t told to come every day.”

“Ehh?! You can’t come every day?!”

For some reason, Takanashi had a shocked reaction. I thought she wasn’t a person who changed her expressions much. There was a little crack in my image of her.

“I’m sure you already know. I work once every two days.”

“Ehhh?! So what do I do on the day you don’t come?! I’ll be in trouble! Am I supposed to go through the day without eating anything?! Isn’t that too much?!”

“No, why don’t you cook for yourself in the first place?! I did have that slight suspicion, but are you really this kind of character?! You act so differently from the way you are at school!”

With this playful exchange, the image of Takanashi-san in my mind completely collapsed.

This girl in front of me was nothing like a quiet, elegant, and mysterious, solidarity beauty. She was a disappointing girl with a lot of energy, who grabbed the hem of my clothes with tears in her eyes, worried about her food.

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